Hope is the sound of wind in a leafless tree at midnight;

It’s the chance sighting of a few falling stars in the middle of a meteor shower;

Or, the moonlight casting shadows;

It’s not knowing everything will be alright, but knowing you’re doing your best;

Hope is being able to walk to the next best thing;

It’s having what you need while also wanting more; 

It’s finding your way home without a flashlight;

Hope is the name of a student you’ve watched transform;

and breathing slowly on a spinning planet;

Hope is feeling now, and trying again. 

And again.

And again.

#nitaswords

December 14, 2021